Sunsets constantly remind us, that endings can be beautiful too,
There is grace in exiting softly, in the long night you will renew.
The passage may look dark and frightening, but it always leads to sunrise,
The more you embrace the rhythms of life, the more you emerge serene and wise.
Winter doesn't beg around summer, to stick around for long and good,
Come autumn, and trees have to let go, the fallen leaves nourishing the wood.
Failure isn't being reduced to ashes, it's refusing to rise like a phoenix again,
That you must have chaos in yourself, to give birth to a star, is a phenomenon insane.
The default of the universe is not stability, someone set the setting to change,
Each time you choose and let go of the past, the future possibilities grow in range.
The leaves that don't serve, the faster you shed, the sooner new blossoms will grow,
When currents overturn the stable raft, you have to board once more and row.
Regenerate, recuperate, it's nine times too many,
The cat within me pensively purrs, do I have lifeline any?
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